I have been utterly showered with love and well wishes from all of my family and friends. The wedding is just two months away, and I've had so much fun with everyone in Jersey and Arkansas that I actually squealed my voice away.
I've been whispering for four days now, and I'm trying to shut up long enough to let my vocal chords heal. If you know me, you that "quiet" and I get along as well as The Pill and antibiotics: we just don't work together.
I'm hoping this attempted silence will work out, because I really miss being able to talk normally. The outlook is grim, though, since John just had to tell me not to read these words aloud as I type them.
Update: I went to the doctor yesterday about this, and she said, in her crotchety, no-nonsense voice, that I should not strain my voice. (!) Gee, ya think?!